Flaming Rose の小説・ストーリー

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

"Flaws? What are they, exactly? I wanna know." Dante adjusted himself well on his seat. He began listing them one after the other, counting his fingers, "One, you're too egoistic. Two, you still haven't apologized for spilling water on me. Three, your hairstyle makes you look old. Four, your stature is just not for me. Five, your smug smirk is just so ugly. Six, you're just not my type!" As Dante listed on, Zeke couldn't stop laughing. Keane, on the other hand, felt as if a knife pricked his heart as Dante listed every flaw. His pride was greatly hurt and it was visible on his face.

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

She was now surrounded by the beautiful roses and even smelled as fragrant as the roses. One branch of the roses crept up behind her until to the top of her head. It became a rose tiara in an instant. Another branch of the rose crept beside her and became a staff with roses on the tip. Its body was entwined with each other like twigs and emitting an enticing red. Her eyes gleamed even redder as she looked straight in my eyes. She opened her red lips. “I am Chlofloris, the mother of rose wielders. Now Little Girl, you should know me, wouldn’t you?”

On the couch, Rose writhed and squirmed her entire body in desperation while tearing her clothes off her body She didn't know why but her whole body was engulfed in some kind of unbearable hot flames "Ahh!, please, save.. hot!, I can't bear it!.. Ahh!," The pain of being jilted can only lead to another pain for life All Hearts!!

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

Rose stood on the rooftop of a building across from the Grand Plaza Hotel, her face lit by the orange glow of flames. The night air carried smoke and screams to her ears, a symphony of destruction that made her heart race. She laughed, the sound bursting from her throat in waves, wild and uncontrolled. "Look at it burn," she whispered, then laughed again, louder this time. "Look at it all burn!"

Stephanie yelled as she looked into the box. "W-what? What's wrong?" Khloe asked before she looked in? There was a rose, a single Rose, but it was unlike any she had ever seen before, it had black petals and was placed in a small puddle of blood. Another thing that was strange about this rose was that it was burning, but a very low burn like at any moment it would go out" And it stunk, real bad. So bad she had to take a step back. Stephanie lifted the rose from the box, "Are you crazy mother? You'll get burnt!" Khloe yelled horrified but was shocked when it didn't hurt her, however, half the petals turned to ash and disappeared into thin air,

The flowers bloomed happily, in all shades of the fluorescent and pastel rainbow. The blood red rose that stood upward in front of the field beamed at me, with the rugged thorns clashing anything that would dare to put a finger on the stem. I was tempted by my own curiosity, my own feelings of danger for this single rose. The rose was me guarded and kept away. I bent down to study the marvelous waving rose in the wind. So happy she once was. So loved she is now. So surrounded by happy beings and she can't seem to forget about her past that darkens her every petal, she's dying inside.